Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.